We live in a world where being the best is how we all want to be. The feeling of being better than everyone else is simply satisfactory. We want to define perfection. But we all can't be perfect. Only one. Only one person can be the best. If there were two then who is it that defines perfection? Amazing isn't it? Well I was completely perfect.p No one hated me. It was a preposterous idea to hate me. Yes it seems like I may exaggerate a bit, but I am only the age of thirteen. A mere child that I am. However it works well because of my angel like appearance. I cannot be accused of ridiculous accusations although it may have been me that has made the accusation.
I used to be such an amazing, appealing person. Everyone loved me and I was never alone. My personality was just too incredible. It was an escape from my parents that were never there for me. I was always finally feeling a sense of what you minorities call love. Was it really I should ask? To my disappointment, I received the news that we were going to move cities. Now the supremacy I once held may change with this incompetent idea.
We entered into the depths of the Flagstaff, Arizona woods. It was quite the unreasonable place to move to, considering that we were used to the Phoenix sun. We then arrived to the road leading to our cozy rustic home. The surrounding houses weren't very close to each other as if we really needed that much privacy. We drove up the driveway and parked the car in the garage. Our belongings were already here, since earlier a moving truck arrived here. All we had to do was organize it all.
The house was grand, which then I realized my room was going to be grand as well. I left my parents organizing the rest of the house while I decided to organize mine. My bed was set already so I climbed upon it, pondering about what would happen to my social life. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on my window. I peered out, only noticing the warm colors of the setting sun. While I was noticing the sun hiding behind the green pine trees, a face appeared, startling me.
It was a boy, waving me to go outside. So I nodded, and strolled to grab my coat. I began putting it on while I walked through the hallway. Meanwhile, I yelled at my parents that I was leaving the house. Their response was silence. Oh what love. I stepped out, first noticing the light winter breeze and the fresh pure white snow. The sun was now lower, not seen behind the trees anymore. The boy approached me, having difficulty stepping through the snow.
"Hi, my name is Liam," he greeted me, "What's yours?"
"Trina," I awkwardly responded. I was great talking to guys, but this one, this one was different than the others.
"That's a nice name. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Thanks. How long have you lived here?"
"Not very long. But I know these woods like the back of my hand haha"
"Haha well that's good because I don't."
"I promise I'll show you around tomorrow. Well I have to go now, it's getting late,"
"Oh alright. See you around."
"See you around." He walked away and I'm not sure why, but I was disappointed. Now I'm really sure that this boy is not like the others.
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I was lying in bed knowing that soon I'd have to get up. I looked at the clock; it was 10 minutes till six. The bed was so warm and comforting that I never wanted to leave. I still heard my dad's snores although my room is on the other side of the house. I got up, leaning on my elbows, still groggy due to my poor choice of sleeping a few hours. It was still dark outside, but I knew I really had to get up. I did my usual routine of changing, eating, and whatever I do to look good. I then headed out the door, not even bothering to say bye to my parents. Those annoying minorities. School today wasn't going to be fun and I know that for a fact.
